The New Girl

Chapter 10

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Next day
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I woke up, groggily rubbing my eyes and blinking them open. Glancing around the room, sleep dusting my eyes i sat up properly, dazed and confused.

It took me a moment to gather myself, as the memories of last night came flooding back.

The tears, the worry, the confusion , but most importantly, the fact Mitchell had been hurt.

As I got to my feet, I saw the kind nurse from last night and wandered over to her

"Morning sweetheart" she smiled
"What time is it?" I asked
"eleven in the am darling," she said, pointing at the clock on the wall

I rubbed my eyes sleepily, "Where's Mitch, is he out of surgery yet?"

She nodded her head, as she walked me up to a small bathroom.

"He got out around 8 this morning. We didn't wake you sweetheart, you looked exhausted and plus, he needed his rest."

"When can i see him?"

"Well," she sighed
"Visiting hours aren't for a while, but for you I can make an exception, saying as you stayed the night"

She winked at me and i gave her a grin, trying ( and failing) to stifle a yawn.

She ushered me into the bathroom, "Freshen up first, grab a coffee and i'll come find you when we're ready for you"

With that the walked out, closing the door behind her.

I turned to the mirror on the wall, looking at my mascara stained face, and blotchy bloodshot eyes.

"If Chantelle could see me now" i laughed to myself, looking around for makeup wipes

After rummaging around in the drawers i found what i needed, and set to work cleaning myself up.

"Ah" i sighed, grabbing a miniature toothpaste and brush from the drawer, "thank god"

'This bathroom really does have it all' i laughed to myself as i grabbed a bottle of body spray from another of the many, many cabinets.

'Candied Fruits and Sugar Plum' i read

I gave myself a few sprays of it before exiting the bathroom, on the hunt for a coffee, or a coke at-least.

I found the vending machine from last night and bought another coke, this time downing it all almost immediately.

I didn't have much to do, as the nurse said she would find me when she was ready, so i popped my earplugs in and started listening to music as i roamed the halls of the hospital.

Ive never been a fan of hospitals, but roaming these halls with my music blasting was soothing.

It got me thinking. Some people enter this hospital and they never leave. They fucking die here. Some of them die alone. How fucking shitty.

I hope i don't die alone. Holy shit i hope i don't die alone.

I found myself in a cancer ward, and i peered into one of the rooms as i walked past, room 64. Hey! Don't judge me, the door was wide open. Someone was lying in the bed. An older woman, in her 60s maybe? I was never a good judge of age.